A young man walks towards Dark, having raccoon-like features, and wearing casual clothing. Dark notices the stranger as he is carrying a folding chair on his side. Few of the pedestrians in the crowd take notice of the man as he nears the frantic bot.

*spots the man with the chair nearing towards him*

Dark709: What the fu-?

Suddenly, the dreamkeeper strikes the bot with the chair in a snap. A loud thud can be heard as the chair makes contact with the bot's rusty helmet, leaving a dent on the chair. The bot takes the fierce blow, face-planting on the ground hard. The stunned crowd witness the surprise assault in gasp and aw, yelling and commenting as to what had just happened. A larger crowd forms around, and the raccoon stands over the bionical, as it tried to comprehend as to what had just happened.

for the first time ever the scorching rage filled him. "FUCK YOU!"
in frount of the racoon he punches through his face bracking his skull. then walks away.
"WHO DA FUCK DO THESE FREAKS ARE THINKING HITTING ON A POOR DIFFANCLESS METORAN?" he rages "if I ever seen another one of those god damn thing" then he knocked Lilith and fell down. ouch...